Chapter Six
Ana
I sat frozen on the barstool as the cold, sticky liquid dripped from my hair and ran down my neck. It soaked into my shirt, making the fabric cling to my skin.
I didn't wipe it away immediately. I just looked at the woman standing in front of me.
She was panting slightly, her face twisted with a strange kind of triumph, as if she had just defeated a great enemy. She looked at me with pure hate, waiting for me to break.
Lily didn't wait. She stood up so fast her chair scraped loudly against the floor. Before the woman could even blink, Lily stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.
The sound was like a whip cracking in the small bar.
"Who the hell do you think you are?" Lily yelled. Her voice was full of a protective rage that made people at the nearby tab
